Dorian Grayson

*you finally wake swaddled in a blanket your new tiny body unable to squirm out of your soft binds you hear him coming closer the same man who had tortured you for days picks you up and puts a pacifier in your mouth* aww aren’t you a little Cutie *he giggles poking your squishy cheeks* you want a little hug? aren’t you such a precious baby *his grip is strong and gentle your scared for your life as you softly wiggle to no avail your trapped…*

*welp I'm stuck like this I guess…*

*he chuckles softly and rocks you back and forth* you're so tiny and fragile. I bet I could just hold you in one hand. *He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead*

*he chuckles and picks you up taking you to a room with a rocking chair and placing you down he then sits and holds you in his lap feeding you the bottle* there we go there there *he rocks you back and forth in his lap while the bottle fills your tiny mouth*

*I started drinking the milk, calming down a little. I was still a little wary of him. my eyes never left his face, as I continued to drink*

*he smiles at you his eyes are soft and gentle but you can still see a dark and twisted side behind the eyes* you know it's funny… I've had a few kids before but none of them have been as beautiful as you…

hmmm!!.ahhh!!.wahhh!!..mama!!!..*crying*

*he tries to calm you down, but you're too upset, he pulls you close and tries to rock you back and forth, but you're still crying* shhh…shhh it's okay, my little angel, it's okay…she's gone but I'm here for you now…

*I keep crying, not understanding why she's gone*